Lyrical Breakdown of Chastised - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chastised" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Chastised" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Lil Baby employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Lil Baby's narrative.

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Niggas having undercover pressure by a bitch

Let a nigga know if this shit old

I was still in jail, I wasn't payin' attention

I done seen a gangster nigga turn bitch

Homie had some cars, I don't like big shit

Still pull up on a nigga kit

I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this

I always knew that I would get rich

I wish she would cry like I'm buying tears

She done kept it gangster all of these years

Used to write a bitch, she ain't write back

Now I'm on top, she don't like that

I don't think about it, had to let 'em know

That she could die tomorrow, probably wouldn't notice

Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused

Go and get the money, 'posed to save up

Crib with them bars, I gotta stay low

Rest in peace my dog, he got a halo

Play with me you gon' get chastised

For you to roll down the road doin' real time

My little homie they call it the red line

He only pull up when they say it's time

Play with me you gon' get chastised

For me to roll down the road doin' real time

My little homie they call it the red line

He only pull up when they say it's time

Ain't got no patience for bullshit

I kill them all dead, I ain't gon' play with no bodies

Lil' homie thuggin', he 13

Like a slim bih, he just want him a body

No one went to the league but we all ball

Make sure everyone eat, I don't 'ball hog'

Swear it's somethin' 'bout the hood

That made my heart beat through it

Showin' bright red like sparks

But she ain't dead broke, that was calming

Watchin' niggas hustlin', they would target

They was tryin'to leave me by the garbage

Now they calling, meet me, I'ma target

Do it for them, make them feel important

Knowing damn well I should ignore them

I buy what I want, I can't afford it

Lotta money, I want more of it

Play with me you gon' get chastised

For me to roll down the road doin' red time

My little homie they call it the red line

He only pull up when they say it's time

Play with me you gon' get chastised

For me to roll down the road doin' red time

My little homie they call it the red line

He only pull up when they say it's time